Saturday, November 13, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
If you had asked me 2 months ago what my favorite New England season was, I would have said summer. Hot sunny days, the beach, tomatoes fresh from the garden, flip flops and hot pink toes. Right now, however, my favorite New England season is fall. Today's weather was everything you read about in Yankee Magazine - brilliant blue skies, crisp, dry air, and the perfect temperature. Warm enough to leave the jackets in the car, but cool enough so the girls could run, climb, and jump for hours without breaking a sweat.
After playing for a long time, we ate ice cream because that's just what we do.
The tomato vines are barren, but we now have these beauties.
I'm still wearing flip flops, but my toes are no longer pink.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Glass beads filled another vase.
I bought some really cheap brown paper mache skulls from Michael's, painted them white, then coated them in glitter. On the bottom of the basket is a strand of purple and orange lights. On top of that is the same creepy, black wiry stuff that hides the wire on the mantle.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
"Having a daughter is like planting seeds from an unmarked packet. You vaguely believe that you are going to get daisies. Instead, you get orchids, morning glories, sunflowers, roses...But all beautiful. Like you" ~Pam Brown
The weirdest thing happened. Just yesterday I gave birth to a beautiful 7 pound little girl and today she boarded the bus and went to middle school. She set out her clothes last night , modeled 3 pairs of shoes and asked which went better with her outfit. This morning she applied lip gloss (clear..I'm not ready for color) and misted herself with cherry blossom body spray. She slipped her carefully labeled binders into her backpack, along with other girlie necessities like a mirror and a butterfly adorned day planner. She is 5' 2" and 72 pounds thanks to the genes she inherited from her Auntie Vicki who inherited them from her Auntie Ange. The stuffed animals that used to pack her bed at night now sit in a basket, unloved. The pony bead & pipe cleaner bracelets have been replaced by hoops and studs from Claire's. The Disney Princess glitter makeup has been discarded. She no longer smells like Johnson's baby soap. She has her own products with names like warm vanilla sugar and coconut/lime. Her chubby little fingers that once grasped chunky paint brushes have grown into long, lean fingers that play the piano beautifully. Elmo and Dora were dumped long ago along with their respective theme songs. Words and phrases like "whatever", "BFF", "LOL", and "sweet" are part of her every day vernacular. She no longer asks for Barbies or Polly Pockets. She wants a cell phone. "Will you color with me?" has become, "will you paint my nails?" She calls me "Mom" instead of "Mommy". She is growing up but she's still, and will always be, my baby.
She is a tween and like all tweens, she has mastered such skills as the eye roll and the exasperated sigh. She annoys her sister and they really annoy her. There were days this summer when I couldn't wait for the school year to start. I'd like to take that back.
Her bus came at 6:45 which is the time Todd leaves for work, so he accompanied her to the bus stop. I probably would have embarrassed her. I held back my tears until they walked out the door but Todd glanced back, knowing what he would see.
This picture is one of favorites. Jacey said she put makeup on her face to look pretty. Bryn wanted some so Jacey happily obliged. The 'makeup' is marker.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
We did this earlier in the summer and I think I posted pictures. The girls really love playing with this stuff and it's a cheap way to spend an afternoon. Watching the antics of care-free children on a sunny summer day is good for the soul. Don't you agree?
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
What other games do they play? I'm so happy you asked...
While relaxing on a dock in NH last weekend, I heard the unmistakable sound of guilty giggling. Just as a mom knows the difference between her newborn's hungry cries versus wet diaper cries, she also has the uncanny ability to discern between playful giggles and 'Mom is going to kill us, but this is too fun to stop doing' giggles. I reluctantly tore myself away from my juicy novel and went to investigate the source of the laughter. There they were, my 4 darling little girls actually playing together. Jacey, Bryn, and Tori were waxing Devin's eyebrows--with Devin's full permission and approval. Devin was handing out stickers to her sisters and they pressed them against her eyebrows. Then they ripped them off. "We got 3 hairs" Devin gleefully exclaimed when I